“Why did you have to go to church?”
“Jen, be grateful Luc doesn’t make you go. Lena found out that Aidan did this…” She broke off, smiled at me again, and course-corrected, “…thingand insisted he atone. She wouldn’t shut up about it so he went. Honestly, this religious bent of hers is getting worse?—”
“Why did he make you go too?” Star questioned like I wasn’t standing here. “She only told him to go.”
“Because he can be a real bastard when he wants to be.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “All I did was write one little article about prostitution in the city and what does he do? Drags me to church too. I told him I’d have preferred a spanking?—”
Jen taunted, “You’re a dirty bitch, though, and would have enjoyed that punishment.”
I cleared my throat. “As fascinating as this is, ladies, I have things to do.”
“By the looks of it,” Star derided, “it’s not eat or sleep or exercise.” Her nostrils flared. “Or shower by the smell of you.”
“I showered!”
“When? Last week?”
“Yesterday as a matter of fact.”
Star pulled a face. “Thought as much. One thing you always remember is the stench of ‘man’ after serving in the sandbox. Women manage to keep it centralized to themselves, you know? Men waft it around like it’s Axe.”
Jen and Savannah laughed, but I narrowed my eyes at her. “Feel free to let me leave if my stench bothers you that much.”
“If anything, it’s proof that wehaveto help you. Poor Jen can’t share a car with you stinking like this again.” Her brow lifted. “Did you forget about that problem we’re having with the Albanians? You can’t leave Irish turf unattended.”
Fuck, Ihadforgotten.
“He’s not that bad,” Jen chided, but the way her nose wrinkled told me Star wasn’t lying.
“Conor never said anything.”
“Duh. He’s a boy who grew up with other stinky boys. He’s usedto that smell. In fact, it’s enough to make me pity Lena, which should be a crime.” Savannah tutted. “Now, Kitty. Are you ready for her last name?”
“If it means this’ll end, you’ve no idea how ready I am?—”
“Ungrateful,” Star chastised.
“Frasier.”
“Frasier? Like the show, Savannah?”
Why did I know that name?
“Yes. Her brothers form my security detail, but Lucas does a lot of side work for Aidan.”
Fuck, yeah. I knew them. Cade and Lucas Frasier. Aurora had told me about them and, shit, a sister of theirs who was a nurse!
When?
God, I had no idea when she'd told me about the Frasiers, and there was no way in fuck I’d talk to her about this.
“So I have to go through Aidan too?”
That was when it came to me—Aurora had tried to set me up on a date with the Frasier sister.
Holy fuck, I could have met my angel years before!
“Doubtful.” Savannah shrugged. “Aidan’s not like Conor. But it might be wise to talk with him before you do anything.”
